t-minus 66 days to go!
Yes, that's right, in 66 days I go from Miss to Mrs.! And as of right now I'm knee-deep in wedding planning. You'd think it be easy, right? That it would go a little something like this...
Girl meets Boy. Girl likes Boy. Girl falls in love with Boy. Girl wonders (and at times nags) about when Boy will propose. Boy proposes to Girl. They get married and live happily every after.
Yeah, not so much...at least not after the part where Boy asks Girl to marry him! Since that moment it's been dresses, and cakes, and flowers...oh my! I mean, come on, does it really matter if it's a three-tiered all vanilla cake or a four-tiered chocolate and vanilla cake with raspberry filling? Will anyone even KEEP the favors I've been obsessing over for weeks? So we've gone from "Boy proposes to Girl" straight to "Girl starts planning a wedding to rival all weddings and drives herself crazy in the process."
Don't get me wrong, I'm loving every minute of it. I know when the "I do's" have been said and the cake has been cut and my wonderful wedding coordinator has packed up her "Day-of Emergency Kit" I'll miss the excitement of planning for it. But sometimes I wonder how much is too much?
So up until this point you're probably thinking, "Oh honey, you're not crazy. You're just caught up in the excitement of it all." And you'd be right, by the way. The 'crazy' part comes in when you learn that in t-25 days I'm moving into "his" house. And that for the past month we've been completely renovating that house. And not just simple modifications like a new coat of paint...new floors, new cabinets, painting existing cabinets, new appliances, counter tops, electrical work...the list goes on and on! We've done a lot of it ourselves (when you're also planning a wedding saving money becomes super important) but at some point threw our hands up and decided to hire a few professionals...I believe the key word there is "OUTSOURCING!" But now we're trying to manage the handful of vendors coming in and out of the house and making sure that the cost stays manageable and the work is done in time.
So not only do I dream of icing, and favors, and tulle...I do it on a pile of sawdust and covered in paint. Oh the joys of a modern, home renovating bride!
The more I think about it, the more I realize I'm doing all of this so that I can be...wait for it, wait for it..."The Perfect Wife."
Think about it for a second. What is the perfect wife? Does she exist? What does she look like? How does she act? What does she do? How twisted is the media's version of what she should be? And the biggest question of them all - How long until I'm her?
Before you all jump at me at once, I get it. There is no such thing as "the perfect wife." I will never be perfect. My life will never be like the movies (the good ones I mean). At some point I will burn dinner, or turn the laundry pink, or go an extra day without cleaning the bathrooms. And there MUST be a learning curve built in, right? I'm not sure how to go from an independent, self-sufficient, makes all decisions by herself kind of girl with a Northern, fast-paced attitude to part of a joint decision making team where the other half is a man with a Southern, laid-back take on life. All I know that is I'm sure it doesn't happen the moment we're pronounced man and wife. That journey has all the makings of a great roller coaster ride, chalk full of twists, turns, ups, down, and lots of upside down moments.
So the big question, "Can I do it?" Well I sure hope so...I'm that crazy overachiever, remember! So starting today I'm tackling my "next big thing" because in less than 10 weeks my life changes forever! Look out world cause Here Comes the Bride, the Crazy, Overachieving Bride!
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